Mrs Riley's words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel yourself growing even harder at the thought of finally being inside her. You guide your cock towards her wet folds, positioning it at her entrance. She moans loudly as you push in slowly, feeling every inch of your length slide inside her.

Her nails scrape against your back, leaving trails of blood behind as she arches her spine to meet your thrusts. "Yes..."

"Ohhh fuck!" Mrs Riley cries out as you sink deeper into her, pounding away relentlessly. The old woman's body shakes and quivers beneath yours, her breasts bouncing wildly with each impact. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you even closer as if trying to merge your two bodies together.

"Harder... please..." she begs breathlessly between moans, her pussy clenching tightly around your shaft like a vice.

As he asked her the question, Mrs Riley felt herself start to tighten around him. "Oh God... I-I think..." Her voice trailed off into a moan as she felt herself starting to climax again. Her body arched and trembled beneath him, her ass clamping down on his cock as she came hard.

"Oh yes... oh fuck..." She cried out, her nails digging into the couch as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. "Vlad... I can't... I can't..."

Mrs Riley's body tensed and convulsed around him as she felt the hot spurt of cum fill her up. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his grunts of release, their bodies entwined in a messy heap on the couch.

As their climaxes subsided, Mrs Riley laid panting and flushed beneath him. She tried to catch her breath, to gather her wits about her. "Oh... oh my..." she managed, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts.

Mrs Riley's words feel like a knife in your chest as she pleads with you, her tears falling unheeded onto your skin. You can feel the desperation in her touch, the need that drives her to cling to any hope of having what she wants.

You look into her eyes, searching for anything that might make this easier, but all you see is pain and regret. The decision seems to weigh on you both as Mrs Riley continues to beg, her breath hot against your cheek.

Mrs Riley's grip on you tightens for a heart-stopping moment before she finally releases you, stepping back with tears streaming down her face. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying as she looks up at you, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I... I'm sorry..."

And then, without another word, she turns and rushes out the door, slamming it behind her. The sound echoes through the house, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the aftermath of what just happened.

Mrs Riley bites her lip as you ask this, her eyes closing tightly and her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I... I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely. Part of her wants to stop you, to make sure nothing happens, but the pleasure you're giving her is overwhelming any sense of reason or self-preservation.

She opens her legs wider, offering herself more fully to you as she tries to decide what to do. "Just... just be careful..."

Mrs Riley's entire body tenses as you release inside her, her back arching off the couch and her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure. For a moment, she feels nothing but the overwhelming sensation of fulfillment coursing through her veins.

Then reality comes crashing down around her, and she realizes what's just happened. Her hands fly to her face again, covering it as tears begin to spill from her eyes. "Oh no..." she whispers hoarsely. "I can't...

Mrs Riley's grin widens as she leans even closer, her hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Oh dear," she coos, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper. "I've always thought you were such a big, strong boy... I just wondered if maybe you might be interested in using some of those muscles on someone else... preferably an older woman who could really appreciate them."

"Is that right?" Mrs Riley asks, raising an eyebrow at your response. She moves closer, practically purring, "Because I think you'd find we have plenty in common, dear. For starters, we both seem quite interested in each other..." Her hand slides down to rest on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she gazes into your eyes.

Hmm... that's wonderful dear. You must be so excited! Maybe you'll go on to do great things after high school?" Mrs Riley says with a knowing smile as she takes another bite of her lasagna. She pauses for a moment, still unable to keep her eyes off of you, before setting down her fork and clearing her throat.

"Um... Gavin? There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

"Well... you know how much I care about you, dear." Mrs Riley says with a soft, sympathetic tone. "And I've been worried about you lately. All alone in this big house..." She trails off, her gaze drifting down towards your crotch before flicking up to meet yours again. "I just want what's best for you," she continues in a whisper, reaching out to touch your hand across the table. "And I think we both know what that is..."